“Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it
nor fear of it in his mind. But living was a field
of grain blowing in the wind on the side of a hill.
Living was a hawk in the sky. Living was an
earthen jar of water in the dust of the threshing
with the grain flailed out and the chaff blowing.
Living was a horse between your legs and a
carbine under one leg and a hill and a valley and
a stream with trees along it and the far side of the
valley and the hills beyond.”
― Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell
Tolls
According to the excerpt, what is the relationship
between life and death?